"NOBODY WANTS YOU WHEN YOU'RE OLD AND GRAY" (AND POOR).
Several years ago I learned of her death. I read her obituary and learned that, at the age of 83 years, Anita Ekberg died-- alone.
The heartless press called her “old, faded, wrinkled" and "only a shell of what she’d once been." Almost gleefully, they wrote that Anita Ekberg died ‘penniless, completely destitute.” Once so popular, beautiful,
shapely, and internationally famous, Anita must have wondered what happened to all her fans; she surely felt abandoned by those who once adored her in the days when she was young and popular... and pretty.
Like the song lyrics say "Nobody wants you when you’re old and gray".....and, from experience, I know it’s true. I would add a few more words to that phrase...."Nobody wants you when you’re old and gray,
no longer popular, and pathetically poor."
Anita Ekberg entered the public eye as Miss Sweden, a contestant in the Miss Universe Pageant, and yes---another Beauty Queen. If
Anita Ekberg and I happen to meet in the “here-after” I’ll be sure to say: “On a much-smaller scale, I understood your life, Anita. In many ways, we shared the same highs and lows but what a relief to know that age, beauty, and
wealth don’t matter in Heaven”.
Too-many women are jealous of other women. Too-many women enjoy criticizing women who spend time as public figures. I'm not smarter or
prettier, stronger, or more talented than other women BUT…I dare to challenge life.....whether it’s running the Great Wall, writing the story of my life, singing to an audience, speaking to a group, saving an historic Steam Engine
or placing myself in the line-of-political-fire in an attempt to save a dying town!!!! Rather than waste valuable time tearing me down....more women should be using their energy to lift themselves up!!!!!
The seven months I spent on The Great Wall of China, mostly alone, were the most important months of my life. I had valuable time to think about my life---to get intimately acquainted with myself.
I'm not perfect. Yet, when I add the pluses and minuses… I definitely have more positives than negatives. And…I’m a quick learner. I learned my lessons well, especially
those about love and loss…about living in the present rather than the past…and, most importantly, about loving myself.
I’m still sorting through
the “growing old” part of life because….it happened so suddenly. Sometimes I look in the mirror, smile, and feel amazed at how quickly life carries us from young to old. I believe what matters most….. is learning to be
our-own best friend.
And, I’m still learning. Today…many,many
decades later, I’m still the same “little girl” who fears the darkness. Every night, before turning out the light, I look under the bed, check the closet for something-other-than-clothes, and double-check the bedroom door to make
sure it’s still locked.
I’ve accepted the fact that locked doors can’t silence the long-ago echo of my mother’s suspicious, controlling voice. She permanently
branded my childhood with her hateful words: “Just what are you afraid of? What are you trying to hide from me? No one gives a damn about looking at you and your skinny legs and flat chest!”
It’s true. My mother steadily chipped away at my confidence, my belief in myself, and eventually robbed me of almost everything. But, in the end--- try as she might--- she was unable to conquer my indomitable
spirit. Thank You, God.